I don't wanna be the cold cuts lying on your floor
I don't wanna be the stray dog scratching at your door
I don't want sympathy for feeling I'm the worst
Or thinking I won't do
I populate the great pipe with unholy thoughts
And I wear them like they're true
I just wanna be good
I just wanna be good to you

I don't wanna be the woodworm bringing down your church
I don't wanna be the side wind blowin' up the dirt
I don't know much about German law
I'm not looting for her ghost
I just want clarity in making roads
And I want them to be ours
I just wanna be good
I just wanna be good to you

I'm a lovely little land
I was good on paper

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I just wanna be good
I just wanna be good to you